What Ye Tianlang chose to sacrifice was not ordinary demon blood, but the Demon Race's blood essence.
That blood essence contained not only the essence of his formidable demonic power; losing it would directly affect Ye Tianlang's vitality.
Fortunately, sacrificing all of this was worth it.
The Demon Ancestor Puppet answered Ye Tianlang's summons.
He hastily forged a blood contract with the Demon Ancestor Puppet, afraid that even a second's delay might make it change its mind.
Once he confirmed that the blood contract had been established, guaranteed and endorsed by the Heavenly Dao,
Ye Tianlang lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.
Then he wiped his face with his hand, brushed aside the disheveled hair hanging over his forehead to reveal his entire face, and threw his head back in laughter. "I did it! I really summoned the Demon Ancestor Puppet!"
"An Ancient Great Demon?" He recalled how Chen Mu had acted so arrogantly and imperiously, looking down on everyone simply because he had Daji the Enchanting Fox at his side.
Rather than growing angry, Ye Tianlang laughed, increasingly eager to see how Chen Mu would respond once he brought out the Demon Ancestor Puppet, with only an Ancient Great Demon as his trump card.
There would be no response he could make. He could only await death!
At least, that was certainly how Ye Tianlang saw it.
"What is he laughing about?" Ye Qingcheng could not quite understand why Ye Tianlang could laugh for so long, flaunting such arrogance.
"He probably thinks that thing will let him turn defeat into victory," Chen Mu concluded from Ye Tianlang's remarks.
"Then he's probably going to be disappointed." As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng swiftly glanced over the full hundred and one Demon Ancestor Puppets before her, which Chen Mu had not